Her heart broke
Sharp edges
Cut her ankles
her skin burst
Tomorrow the wound will have a crust of dried blood
And she thought she did not even fall in love
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Rupleena Bose teaches English Literature at University of Delhi. After she writes screenplays for fiction and nonfiction films. She also writes on cinema, music and food for The Hindu, Blink, Firstpost and others. She is currently working on her first novel.
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